Melanie O'Conner. Playgirl, millionaire, athlete.
Born into a life of luxury that was provided to her by her father's control of Lumpco, Melanie was raised with a silver spoon in hand which inspired her to be better in every way. Sure, she was born with dwarfism, stunting her height to a miniscule 4'5". But while she did lack in height she felt like she had made up for it in the ways that it mattered, namely being quicker and more athletic than the rest.
Growing up, the Irishwoman took a great interest in gymnastics. She had trained during her entire high school career on the floor and vault apparatuses, the uneven bars, the still rings and the balance beams. Despite her short stature, she trained her body to handle high speeds with cardio and running, until she had mastered each and every style of gymnastic to the level of an Olympic athlete. Hell, she had even attained a gold medal on the still rings in the Summer Olympics four years ago, the first woman to ever do so!
She was practically a jewel in the eyes of Lumpco. But her father wanted her to focus on eventually becoming a major part in the workings of the company. Sitting in a office, listening to deforestation proposals and pesticide research... it sounded incredibly boring to her. She wanted a fortune alright, but not from simply just sitting on her ass all day like some office fat cat!
Heh, fat cat. Kind of ironic considering what she eventually chose to do with her god-given skill in acrobatics.
It started small, pilfering her father's credit card in order to splurge on a visit to Universal Studios. However, as she noticed how easy it was for her to sneak from place to place, and after feeling the thrill of nearly being caught she had developed a carnal joy from nabbing rich valuables from museums and eccentric rich folk. It certainly helped that when she took them she got to flaunt them to her family, who had basically no moral qualms about taking stuff from people less powerful then themselves.
And then she tried stealing The Birth of Venus held in Atlantean Italy. The resulting beatdown from the great hero Gattaca had left her in the hospital for months, only avoiding jail due to a bail from her father. She stood zero chance of even causing the pink-skinned beauty to flinch, being a human with dwarfism fighting against a eight-foot tall woman with literal super strength. It was a humbling experience for the woman, considering that the most she had fought before were guards and the occasional SWAT Team.
Because of that experience she now knew that there were straight up people who she could not budge, no matter how skilled she became. She continued to train though, since she had lost quite a bit of muscle mass during recovery. Even today, two years after her recovery she still hadn't quite recovered her abs, since her abdomen was still soft to the touch and her hips were slightly wider than she wished they were. However, she at least had her acrobat's physique back otherwise, including her strong calves and trim but strong arms.
As of now, she was currently in another heist. Hiding in the Chicago Art Institute, her target was a 1553 Wine cistern by Fransesco Durantino. It wasn't out of any actual great price, but rather due to how beautiful it looked in her eyes. She planned to cool her fancy white wines in a cistern like that, but tonight things were different.
Tonight, she saw a vigilante guarding the Cistern.
"Kinda wished I got tickets for my family out of this deal..."
It was the Lone Bullet, a rookie from Chicago who made good use of boxing skills as well as a shotgun with trick shells. She didn't look to have the shotgun on her, probably due to the rules of the museum specifically prohibiting large firearms. Still though, she was both bigger and clearly stronger, if the slight definition of her abs beneath the latex didn't make things clear enough for her.
She was clever though, not to mention she wasn't limited whatsoever by any laws. Brandishing her claws, she'd lean down for a crouch start before barreling forward at a tremendous speed. Once she had gotten close enough, she'd kick the ground hard and somersault right over the Lone Bullet, who had only just now spotted her.
"Huh!? Oh crap, is that the Calico Cat? Where the hell did you come from, ya leone che si avventa?"
"Don't really know what that means, and don't care! This cat's got a new bowl to abscond with, and I am really going to enjoy some fine Pinot Grigio from this cistern!"
"A wine cistern? Really?" Still acting with as much force as possible, the Lone Bullet's face was that of underwhelmedness as she moved to try grabbing onto anything on the cat burglar's body. To Melanie's shock, it was the tail on her catsuit that had been grabbed, one made of titanium not as a weapon, but to ensure the tail part of her calico cat getup couldn't be torn off again like with Gattaca.
In this case though, it stopped Calico Cat dead in her tracks, and as the tail was pulled up she was held in the air feet first right in front of the Lone Bullet's face. For a moment she thought she was going to be beat up all over again, but as she flailed in the air she realized one thing which the Italian belle did not.
Namely, that she had been dragged in a little too close, and was dragged in with her feet facing the Lone Bullet's breasts.
*WHAM!*
"Gyaah, my girls!"
With the full force of a double aerial kick directly into the Lone Bullet's breasts, Calico Cat felt herself get let go as the vigilante grasped onto her now bleeding honkers. She didn't like striking with her heels, but she had no other choice in order to avoid a beat down. At the very least, she thought, her heels weren't chipped or broken from the great force exerted. Perhaps against a metahuman they could've, but against the mere force of the Lone Bullet she was fine.
"Sorry to split, but this cat lands on her feet to a running start! Goodbye, and good luck drinking that pain away!"
Most villains probably would've finished off a hero after something like that, but when it came to Melanie she was not really the killing sort. So long as they were unable to stop her from getting away she was fine with letting them get sour over not being able to catch her, just so she could tease them in her dreams.
"Now come to... mama!"
*HACK!*
With a quick slice of her Cat's Claws, Calico Cat quickly cut through the glass cage surrounding the cistern with ease, before picking them up in her hands. Still running as she grabbed it, she used her other hand to rotate via a nearby podium while still maintaining momentum, aiming to run straight through the third story window. At this point, Lone Bullet finally recovered from her flinching state, ready to deliver the pain onto the cat who caused her such pain.
"Hey asshole! How would you like it if I kicked you in the boobs!?"
"I don't know, maybe you should check your own! You got a bit of areola peeking out from where I struck ya!"
"What!?"
For a moment, the Lone Bullet paused to feel her own breasts, checking for where the holes were and making sure that her nipples weren't exposed. To her relief they weren't actually visible thanks to the kick's hole being located the tiniest bit left of her right breast, but once she realized that she quickly realized her mistake the tiniest bit too late.
*CRASH!*
"...Merda!"
Leaping out of the window, Calico Cat spun through the air with grace before landing on her feet with a perfect landing. As she landed, she felt her ass jiggle the smallest bit, causing the woman to blush before continuing to run away. She didn't want to think about how soft her figure was compared to her peak in the Olympics, she just wanted to think about the fine treasure that she had grabbed for herself, nothing else!
By the time she made it back to her mansion, Melanie finally undressed from the calico-colored costume she had worn, before slipping into a familiar orange leotard. Placing it in the kitchen, she filled the cistern with some water and ice before pulling a casket of white wine out from the cellar and popping it down inside. It'd take a few hours for it to fully cool, but she knew that it was going to be worth it.
"Ah... another heist well done. Thank god it was only against a normal vigilante though. Still though, kind of wish I had her abs..."
Sitting down in her lounge chair, Melanie then turned on the TV to watch some gymnastic performances from across the world, while reminiscing over an image of her crush, known as the Hawk held in her hand. Now was time for her to relax, to enjoy the carnal excitement of having gotten away with theft once more. Perhaps in time she'd have "some fun" later, but for now she just wanted to relax.
After all, tomorrow...
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